"Hey, Alexander, are you daydreaming again?" a female voice echoed through the void.
It's one of those times—what I call "void memories"—when someone I know is talking, but I couldn't remember who they are. Usually, it's just their voice, lingering until it's finished. It's like they're talking to me, but I can't hear my own reply.
"Hmmm, are you sure you're not daydreaming?" the same voice, a vaguely familiar female tone.
"What? That person? Just to remind you, I am your girlfriend," the voice turned angry, emitting bad vibes.
"Here we go again. We talked about this, and we're just arguing about the same thing," her voice annoys me, entitlement wrapped around each word.
"Yes, I do not like her. She keeps feeding you with lies! Me? Cheating? Give me a break," her voice started strong but weakened halfway.
"You know what? You look really hot today. Why not spend the night at my house? Mom and Dad are away on a business trip."
